Still. Without. You.

For the ones who didn't say goodbye I know it hurts – I understand your pain But you must believe it's better this way You can wish for just the chance - Pray for a single moment more - To say goodbye. To bid farewell. But think about it - Is that what you really want?

You want to be re-united? Only to be ripped away and torn apart all over again? Think about those you'd torture - With another glimpse of your face, With one last touch of your hand, With the final echoes of your voice - Is that really closure?

Would they say, "I love you"? Would they say, "I miss you"? Would they say anything at all - Or is this one of those moments Where all words fail miserably? Or would they even be able to speak? What about you?

They lost you once Without saying goodbye So this time They'll get to say it But they won't want to mean it Because everyone hates goodbyes Don't they?

And at the end of the day – guess what? They get to lose you a second time Isn't once hard enough? They've already started to learn From that fateful moment of parting How to live without you And now you're back But it's only a temporary tease And they have to get used to you being back home For you to leave them all over again And they'll have to readjust once again To being on their own And even if they're not alone They're still. Without. You.

There is a time for every purpose under heaven A time to live, and a time to die Without death, we cannot know life Without pain, we cannot understand pleasure Without sorrow, we cannot feel joy

I promise you when I say It's better this way For you, for them, for me, for all of us

You may not have heard it We may not have spoke it But the goodbyes we shared Were enough for now Until we meet again…

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